I did have plans on not going anywhere last weekend, they were almost set in stone too. Until Kylie, the sultry wife of PJ sms’d me and “asked, are we doing anything tonight?”. Fairly simple I suppose, my willpower was gone at that point. I said yes and PJ said “the casino is a lock”, I said “sounds like a plan”, he said “see you there”. That was it really, my plans, left destroyed on the side of the road like many a discarded McDonalds drink container.
Follow Us
-
Recent Posts
-
Authors
Tags
A-League Adelaide United Arj Barker back of the head Batman Beach Beach Weather Beardo biting off assorted body parts Bluberry Chips Canada China Christmas computers cricket Culture Dark Tower don't put your finger there Drinking Driving Election Europe Fatloaf Fear of Death Festivus Flying Football Fortune Cookies Fray Bentos FSM FUIC Game Theory grum Henry Rollins Highlights HIV Holiday Huo Lin He iphone Italy Penang Rant Rugby Switzerland USArchives
- February 2011
- June 2010
- December 2008
- October 2008
- September 2008
- August 2008
- July 2008
- June 2008
- April 2008
- March 2008
- January 2008
- December 2007
- November 2007
- October 2007
- September 2007
- July 2007
- June 2007
- May 2007
- April 2007
- March 2007
- February 2007
- January 2007
- December 2006
- November 2006
- October 2006
- September 2006
- August 2006
- July 2006
- June 2006
- May 2006
- April 2006
- March 2006
- February 2006
- January 2006
- December 2005
- November 2005
- October 2005
- September 2005
- August 2005
- July 2005
- June 2005
- May 2005
- April 2005
- March 2005
- February 2005
- January 2005
- December 2004
- November 2004
- October 2004
- August 2004
- July 2004
- May 2004
- March 2004
- February 2004
- November 2003
